Everyone in the hall looked at the people who were talking and laughing loudly, and those people didn't seem to mind. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info talked and laughed a few words loudly, as if discussing the poems of the Mid-Autumn Festival, and then seemed to notice the surrounding situation.

"I'm sorry for you, but I forgot the occasion when I was chatting with a few friends. Please also Haihan. This is Liu Mingxin, the tanhua of this imperial examination. The person who spoke was Wang Youwei, he patted the shoulder of the person next to him, the person looked like he was in his twenties, dressed as a scholar, and Wang Youwei looked very familiar with him.

Liu Mingxin bowed his hand to everyone around him with a humble attitude.

"Haha, my brother Liu went to the palace to face the saint before and wrote a poem about the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the scholars of the Hanlin Academy, Li Youlin, Li University, and the Hubu Shangshu Qin Zhengqin and others all gave high praise, and even the emperor nodded and praised when he heard it." After Wang Youwei finished speaking, he looked around, as if he had just found Yang Yaozong, and said with a surprised expression: "Taisun Taifu is also here, my brother Liu and these friends are all the sons of the imperial examination today, and they have long admired the name of Taisun Taifu, especially the two poems made by Taisun Taifu on Qixi Festival. I've always wanted to communicate with Taisun Taifu. Today is a coincidence, you can meet Taisun Taifu here, and it happens to be the Mid-Autumn Festival, why not give a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, so that I can also be fortunate to enjoy the poems of Taisun Taifu again. It should also be an example for these new imperial examination lifters. ”

Wang Youwei seemed to have a humble attitude after speaking, but when he looked at Yang Yaozong, he showed a mocking gaze.

The eyes of everyone in the hall were on Yang Yaozong. Yang Yaozong smiled slightly and said flatly: "Poetry? The talents selected by this imperial examination are not for the sake of composing poems for the court, the people, and the country. It is for them to use their knowledge to settle the country and make it rich and prosperous. Even if I write a poem today, I am not an example to them. Since Brother Liu Tanhualang has made a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, and has been praised by many well-educated people, you might as well chant it now, wouldn't it be better for the people here to taste it? ”

The people in the hall all nodded in agreement when they heard what Yang Yaozong said, and needless to say, Mu Qinghan and Qin Xueyao both looked at Yang Yaozong with appreciation. There was also a person standing in the opposite corner of Yang Yaozong, observing Yang Yaozong all the time, and when he heard Yang Yaozong finish speaking, he nodded approvingly and agreed with Yang Yaozong's statement. This person has always wanted to see Yang Yaozong's list of Zhang Lie this time.

Wang Youwei heard Yang Yaozong say this, but his face was a little embarrassed and said: "What Taisun Taifu said is reasonable, this is important to stabilize the country and make the country rich and prosperous, but today is a rare Mid-Autumn Festival, everyone recites poems and lyrics to each other and tastes and tastes together, but it is also a literary exchange, how can Taisun Taifu not take the lead in such elegant things?" If Taisun Taifu doesn't come up with the work first, how dare I make a second time. ”

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Yang Yaozong was about to speak, but a person leaning against the window suddenly shouted: "Come on, come on!" Look! Hearing the man's excited call, everyone walked curiously to the window, leaning against the window and looking in the direction the man was pointing.

I saw a neat team at the north entrance of the brightly lit Qinhuai Street, drumming gongs and opening the way, attracting the attention of everyone on the banks of the Qinhuai River. The procession was surrounded by neat sergeants, and in the middle of them was a huge stage drawn by twenty-four horses. On the stage, there were forty women dressed in flowing clothes who looked like Chang'e. Among the forty women, several were sitting by the harp or holding the lute in their hands.

The team walked to the middle of Qinhuai Street, which happened to be the location of the heavenly restaurant on earth. Forty women spread evenly across the stage in a neat formation.

The noisy banks of the Qinhuai River before became quiet because everyone's attention was focused on this team. There were also some whispering speculations about what the team was going to do out of nowhere.

"Zheng!" Several women playing the piano in the middle of the stage plucked the strings at the same time. The sound spreads all around. The whispers around also quieted down, and the banks of the Qinhuai River seemed unusually quiet. The forty women on the stage bowed to their respective directions and said in unison: "Today coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the grandson and grandson made a Mid-Autumn Festival poem, and the emperor and the emperor and grandson both think that this word is a peerless masterpiece!" I am willing to appreciate this word with the people! ”

The people on the third floor of heaven and earth originally focused on the team downstairs, but after listening to what these forty women said, they all turned their heads to look at Yang Yaozong.

Yang Yaozong frowned and suddenly thought of Jing Yijun, today Jing Yijun left early in the afternoon. He originally thought that today was the reason for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Jing Yijun went back to the palace to accompany the emperor for the holiday. Seeing this team at this time, he knew that it must have been Jing Yijun and the imperial grandson who jointly arranged and organized this team. The poem he sang must have been the water-tuned song he sang in the morning. When is the bright moon?

Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Yaozong blushed slightly, and when he met Shangyin Ruxin's even more excited gaze, he nodded silently. But in exchange for a sound full of hatred.

Qin Xueyao, who was beside Yang Yaozong, looked at Yang Yaozong and then looked at the team in the middle of the road and whispered, "Yang Yaozong, it turns out that you have already composed a Mid-Autumn Festival poem." No wonder it can't be done. ”

Yang Yaozong smiled helplessly: "There is a song, but I didn't expect the emperor and the imperial grandson to make such a big fanfare." I was scared too. ”

"Zheng!" The women in the middle began to pluck the strings at the same time. Melodious tunes unfold. Some people who know the rhythm of music hear the beginning of the tune and whisper, "This is the 。。。。。。 Water tune song head! ”

The forty women on the stage said in unison: "Water tune song head. When is the bright moon? Then they sang together with the music: "When is the bright moon?" Ask the sky for wine. I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, and the high place is unbearable. Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long time to say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete. I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles. ”

When everyone's attention was focused on the words chanted by these women below, Yang Yaozong seemed to feel it, and looked around, and on a small building on the north side of Qinhuai Street, he seemed to see a fairy in fluttering clothes standing on the roof of the house, looking at him.

The figure in the distance was indeed Jing Yijun, she noticed Yang Yaozong's gaze towards her, she knew that at such a distance, Yang Yaozong could only see a vague figure, but she was still a little shy, but it was a rare slight smile. It's just a pity that no one saw her somewhat shy, if anyone saw it, they would be shocked!

Because of Jing Yijun's advantage in the evening, Jing Yijun left early in the afternoon to accompany her father to celebrate the festival, and when chatting, she remembered the lyrics sung by Yang Yaozong, so she chanted it to the emperor and the imperial grandson, and the emperor and the imperial grandson were deeply amazed after hearing it! I also heard Jing Yijun say that Yang Yaozong was not going to make any poems at the banquet held by the great prince tonight. The imperial grandson was extremely indignant and unwilling. Yang Yaozong, as the grandson and the prince, also represented the face of the royal family, and he didn't want to see Yang Yaozong being harassed, so he urgently arranged this palace performance team.

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The poem was sung twice, and everyone was attracted by the mood created in the words, and some even wiped the tears from their eyes. After the chanting, I saw that from several highlands in the city, accompanied by a loud banging sound, at the same time, several bright lights rushed to the sky, and the light bloomed in mid-air, turning into silver flowers in the air, and suddenly illuminated the entire Tianjing City. The Mid-Autumn Festival fireworks feast began.

The team in Qinhuai Street slowly walked away under the light of fireworks, and the Qinhuai River returned to its previous lively and noisy atmosphere with the beginning of the fireworks feast.